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            A knife through my heart.

          This life stops, not 33 years after

       it did start.

      A knife, so easy.  Everybody has one in their home.

    I'm just really, tired of being alone.

     Nobody will be able to ignore,

     all the blood on the floor.

     Lying dead on my bed,

   all the thoughts in peoples' heads.